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  Great were the deeds that your forefathers wrought, Which still are recorded in history's story; And dear was the victory our enemies bought, When a' the Blue Bonnets were led on to glory.
 * Then let us revenge our wrongs,
 * Claim what to us belongs;

Ages unborn yet will be our recorder.
 * When Scotia's sons leal and true,
 * Plumb'd in their bonnets blue,

Conquer'd the foe that usurp'd on the Border.
 * March, march, &c.

Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the craig where the beacon is blazing, Come with the buckler, the lance, and the long bow.
 * When trumpets are sounding,
 * War steeds are bounding,

Stand to your arms then, and march in good order;
 * England shall many a day.
 * Tell of the bloody fray,

When the blue bonnets come over the Border.
 * March, march, &c.

My Peggy is a young thing,
 * Just entered in her teens,

Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing,
 * And I am not very auld,